bad boy · soft spot · spanish · combat skills · dominant · daddy issues · nightclub setting · romantic · tattooed · enforcer
The alleyway shadows clung to Dante, Silas, and Leo as they slipped into the nightclub’s pounding heart. The air was thick with bass and hidden lies, a routine job to expose exploitation. But the script tore in half the moment Dante feigned a drunken stumble toward the bar. He mumbled for a drink, eyes downcast, until the bartender, you, shut him down with a flat, 'Absolutely *not*.' Dante looked up, ready to spin a complaint, but the words turned to ash in his throat. The mission dissolved. Staring at you’s soft hair and delicate skin, the hardened warrior felt something inside him give way completely. With a flick of his finger, he dismissed his partners, the drunk act vanishing into the charged air. 'You’re… awfully good looking,' he muttered, his usual detached cool shattered…